Beats (11 page)

I swallow.
No. Please don’t humiliate Toombs like that. Please.

Toombs’s gaze falls on the cock Rax strokes. The tattooed tail might as well belong to a rattler. Rax is as mean as one. Toombs slinks closer to the bed. I can’t let him do it. Not in front of me. When they’re alone doing their thing, that’s their business. Here…I just don’t think I can handle seeing them together that way.

I wrestle the snake out of Rax’s grip, shove it halfway down my gullet, and stare at Toombs while I endeavor to suffocate the bastard.

His expression falters. He didn’t think I’d do it.

His thick shoulders bunch, tattoos ripple.

Rax clamps a hand to the back of my head and guides me up and down by the hair. Again, that rhythm I don’t like. I keep my eyes on Toombs. He licks his lips. Inches forward, then stops.

I suck. Toombs turns away. Paces, rubbing his short hair furiously, desperately, angrily. Looks back at me.

Rax is apparently oblivious. “You like that big cock, don’t you, Jinxie? You like me choking you. Little whore.”

I clamp down and scrape his length with my teeth good and hard as I pull his dick out of my mouth. He jerks.

Rax sits up ramrod straight. The jerk throws me off.

A millisecond of shock prevents me from doing anything but falling over. A fuming Toombs flanks me, and the red in my vision prompts me to react.

I jump on top of Rax, rear back, and punch him right in the face.

“You will
not
pull that shit with me. I’m
not
your whore, motherfucker, and I sure as shit am not your slave.” My chest heaves. I’m quaking with rage.

Toombs is clearly agitated too. Fists balled at his sides, he growls, baring his teeth at Rax.

Suddenly, Rax is staring me in the eye, nose barely touching mine.

“I underestimated you, Jinx.” The snake smiles despite the shiner already threatening to plump his cheek. He presses his fingers to it and winces.

I flex my sore digits and shake them out. Throwing that punch hurt like a bitch, but it was totally worth it.

Lightning and thunder strike. Outside, the raging wind and pelting rain fuel me. I’m a lightning rod, eager to prove I can take not only a zapping but an entire storm.

Anger boils on my tongue until steam-powered words, desperate for release, fly from my mouth. “Yes. You
did
underestimate me.”

From the corner of my eye, tattooed flesh catches my attention, and a heavy arm protectively crosses my chest. Toombs’s other hand clamps Rax’s Adam’s apple. Rax cocks his head and narrows his harsh gaze on Toombs.

Apparently, Rax underestimated Toombs too. Didn’t see that coming, but I’m glad of it.

Tensions soar, threatening to bring down the roof, bad weather be damned. The three of us are deadlocked.

“Suck my cock, Toombs.” Rax’s voice is low, even, intimidating like a father who’s had enough of his petulant child. His deadly calm frightens me.

The entire dynamic between us shifts unexpectedly as Toombs lowers his hands, letting go of both of us.

Damn it.

I want to stop him, to beg him not to submit to Rax’s whims, but Toombs has to make his own decisions. I only control Jinx.

The shapes of Toombs’s eyes morph from the harsh, immoveable lines of an angry predator to the soft curves of newborn prey. His thick black lashes sweep downward. He’s been put back in his place. Disappointment suffuses me.

Rax and I are now equals. Toombs is…not.

Toombs lowers himself to waist level and takes all ten inches of Rax’s length into his mouth. A part of me dies as Rax relaxes into the bed, his taunting gaze latched onto me as if gloating over a hard-won prize. His fingers stroke the back of Toombs’s short-trimmed hair.

He’ll pay for this. If he wants a pissing contest, I’ll give him one.

I ease down and assume control of Toombs’s dick. His thighs clench as I rub my thumb over the beads lodged inside, over the studded tip, and a ragged moan sneaks past his mouthful.

I worship Toombs’s decorated cock like it’s the end of the world. Hell, it might be. There’s a good chance I’ll never have him again after this shit with Rax. I’d better make it worth my—and his—while.

Ignoring Rax’s grunts and jerks, I focus on the smooth spaces of skin between the embedded beads, tracing lines around them with the tip of my tongue. Both guys’ gasps mingle and dance around each other. I cup Toombs’s balls.
Squeeze. Pull. Tug.
With each motion, his body loosens. Muscles slacken. In a minute, he’s moving with me, nudging his shaft against the back of my throat.

This rhythm I recognize. It’s steady as a Swiss watch. I close my eyes and savor the sixteenth notes of each studded bump against my palate. My tongue beats staccato quarter notes under his length. My pants accent the high points of our song like lingering vibrations from cymbal crashes.

I’ve only been with a handful of guys before, and oral has never been a favorite, but I like giving it to Toombs. The heartbeat pulsing in his veined shaft calls to mine, a thudding bass drum demanding my attention. I swear I feel music between us. Haunting, fleeting music.

A heavy, guttural groan interrupts our song.

Damn Rax. Always Rax.

“Toombs sucks a mean cock too.” Rax sits up and playfully pushes Toombs aside. The dick rolls with him, out of my grasp.

“You’re not still mad at me, are you, Jinx?” Rax stands, slides open the drawer on the bedside table, and takes out a box of condoms. A big welt has popped up under his eye where I hit him. Good.

I don’t answer.

He removes a packet and tosses the box to Toombs, who gets off the bed and follows suit.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…

I sit back and squeeze my knees together as they roll their rubbers into place. They’re not going to do me at the same time, are they? I’d hoped we’d either avoid double penetration altogether or at least ease into it. I tried anal sex exactly once, and I didn’t enjoy it. At all.

Toombs catches my eye, and the remains of my stomach turn to mush. Maybe it would be different with him.

No inhibitions.

“If you’d rather watch than participate, that’s cool. Either way, I’m getting off. You or Toombs? Who gets Raxed first?” Rax wields his cock like a sword and laughs.

Under normal circumstances, I’d be mortified, but right now, my body is running on alcohol and endorphin fumes, and I just want someone to fuck me. Preferably Toombs with Rax nowhere in sight.

Wait a minute. Did he say “first”?

Toombs lowers his gaze.

I hate how submissive he is with Rax. I want to protect him. To whisk him away from Rax’s influence. I want to prove to Toombs that
I’m
the one he needs.

Toombs is Rax’s sub. Nothing I say or do will change that. But I’ll do my best to minimize Rax’s influence while I’ve got Toombs in my sights.

“I’ll do it,” I say.

It’s gonna be a long night.

Chorus

“Prepare to be boarded.” Rax strokes his dick a few times. Lightning illuminates his profile, casting crazy shadows that make him look more malevolent than usual. Somehow the snake’s tail gets longer.

I swallow.

“How do you want it?” Courage fails me again, and my words sound ridiculous. I consider taking another shot of Rax’s absinthe, but I don’t want to pass out. And if Toombs plans to stick any of his body parts in me, I damn sure want to remember
that
portion of this evening from hell.

Rax edges forward. Thunder booms. Toombs lingers behind him. I lock my eyes on Toombs as Rax eases me to the mattress. He latches onto a nipple, pulls, and lets go. The head of his dick presses against my wetness as rain pelts the windows. My hand involuntarily sweeps through his hair, urging him to continue even though I wish it were Toombs instead. His chest crushes mine, and with one thrust, he’s deep inside. My lips part, I cry out, and my head tilts up.

Staring down at me with possession flaring in his hypnotic blue eyes, Rax grins like he owns me. He strokes my hair too gently, tripping subtle warnings in my sex-steeped gravy brain. “Easy, baby. Easy.”

Where does this sudden affection come from?

I reach for Toombs. My palm meets his, and our fingers entwine. He gives me a squeeze and sits beside me as Rax lunges in and out. With each ingress, a little part of my relative innocence dies while another part of me awakens. I open my legs wider, lift my pelvis to meet Rax’s rough thrusts, while staring into the silver pools of the man I love. Grasping my chin, Rax wrestles my gaze away and forces me to look at him. I’m shocked by the devotion that’s taken up residence in his face.

“Be with
me
, Jinx. Right here. Right now. You’re mine. Forget about Toombs. He’s mine too.”

“I’ll never be yours.” I steal a glance at Toombs as he strokes himself, those seductive beads and that stud calling to me. His torn expression rips me too.

The lower half of me absorbs the brutal waves of Rax’s battle cry, but my upper half belongs to Toombs. I pull him closer and gently take his cock into my command. His head leans back as I suck. I focus on those hard ridges, the metal tip, the heavy balls swinging behind his dick. Rax disappears despite his attempts to monopolize my attention. There’s only Toombs, his dick, and my mouth.

My teeth scuff the raised skin over the implants, and he groans. Afraid I hurt him, I stop. He looks down, his eyes afire with desire. He kneads my breast, fondles the metal through the nipple.

“Do it again. Bite my cock, Jinx. Hard.” A plea rather than a demand.

Rax lifts his head and watches us in silence. I don’t give a damn whether he likes it or not. I do as Toombs asks, grazing his length up and down with my teeth, adjusting the pressure from light to hard and back again. Every time I dig into his skin beneath the rubber, he pants harder, and his thrusts into my mouth speed up. I clamp onto his balls and squeeze. Toombs gasps and eases backward. He pinches the head of his dick. “Fuck.”

Another set of teeth gets involved as Rax runs his lips down the line of my neck. Hisses and kisses intertwine to form an 0ff-kilter rhythm. “Your pussy is so tight. I bet it’ll be even tighter when Toombs gets inside you too.” He pulls out and points his dick at Toombs. “Taste her. She’s fucking amazing.”

Toombs eagerly drops to his knees before Rax like a servant before his master and takes the rubber-sheathed dick into his mouth. Long pulls on the length. Both of their moans fill my ears. Part of me is mortified watching Toombs show such tenderness to his Dom, but the other part secretly wishes I were Rax. Or at least as revered as Rax seems to be.

I’m insanely jealous.

I want Toombs to taste me firsthand. I want his lips and tongue inside me, fucking me. Let Rax watch for once. Toombs’s gaze falls to my waiting pussy as he blows Rax. Maybe he wants a taste too. I adjust my hips so he can get a better view, and there’s that glorious moan again. God, the sound alone could get me off.

“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” Rax looks down and roughs Toombs’s goatee.

Toombs removes Rax’s cock from his mouth and stares at me. “Fuck yes.”

My head nearly explodes.
Finally
.

Rax backs up, pulls off the condom, tosses it to the floor, and grabs another from the box. “Only after I fuck you first.” Rax rolls a fresh rubber over his dick.

What? No! I sit up.

Lube comes out of the drawer, and Rax greases up with several squirts. Toombs avoids my gaze as he gets on all fours.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say.
Please don’t do this.

He doesn’t reply. The sight of him prostrating himself before Rax makes my gut churn. Rax eases inside of Toombs while I watch in frozen horror. Brows squeezed together, Toombs jerks his head up as Rax pushes all the way in. Then Toombs’s expression melts from one of pain into one of guilty pleasure.

So, he enjoys being taken by Rax. Well, duh. Of course he does. It’s not like this should be a surprise.

Rax grins at me as he slides in and out to that godforsaken rhythm I’ve decided I hate.

I’m beaten. Torn. Unsure. And a little humiliated for Toombs even though he doesn’t seem to mind being butt-fucked in front of me. All I can do is watch as two bodies writhe together, tattooed muscle and sinew twisting, rolling, stretching across each other. It’s clear they’ve done this many times. Rax winds his fingers around Toombs’s throat and exerts pressure. Toombs exhales slowly. His head points forward, but his eyes keep wandering back to mine. I can’t tell if he’s embarrassed to look at me or means to include me.

Seeing them like this is killing me. They fit like puzzle pieces. They’re meant to be together. I’m once again the outsider.

I want out of here.

“What do you think, Jinx?” Rax strokes Toombs’s back. “He looks good impaled on my cock, no?” He slaps Toombs’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“He’d look better impaling me.” Did I really say that? Damn. Maybe my empty bravado will earn me back a smidgeon of the control Rax seems to own in this scenario.

Just do it, Jinx. Be bold. Show Toombs how much you want him. How much you
need
him.

Quiet grunts escape Toombs’s mouth. I back my ass into his front, and he raises up on his knees to accommodate me. His dick is rock hard, jutting bigger and thicker than before. I need it between my legs. Pumping me full of him, adornments and all.

This is it. I’m going for it.

Rax increases his thrusts. I place Toombs’s hands on my hips, bend over, and present my back end to him.

“God fucking damn it, Jinx.” A pair of callused fingers plunge inside my pussy, and I tense for a moment. I glance over my shoulder. Lids shut, Toombs drives in and out a couple of times, then licks my juices from his digits, his face a mask of raw rapture.

Rax’s cheek twitches. Discomfort? Loss of control? Either way, victory for me.

“Fuck me, Toombs.” I refuse to a wait a second longer. I grab that beast of a dick and guide it inside, focusing on the pearls ripping me as they pass the threshold.